Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.